......Master, the word rolled off her tongue. This girl had just realised that she actually wanted 2 b controlled and she was getting hotter and hotte...r at the thought of being a slave!Lets go upstairs I said 2 my 2 slaves (My wife had control of our slut, but I had control of them both)My wife stood up as we headed for the door while I grabbed a handful of blonde hair belonging 2 our slut and told her 2 stay on her hands and knees and 2 crawl beside her Master. She was so happy being. It really sounded, he thought, like the murmur of many voices; like a large crowd very far away. It was strange, but not unpleasant.At about two in the morning, the night nurse made her rounds. Looking in at his door, she saw that he was still awake and entered."Hi," the nurse said softly. "Are you all right? Do you need anything?"Sam looked at her. She was quite pretty, with dark brown hair, and her close-fitting white uniform emphasized a rather nice figure. It was too too dark to distinguish. But not even the beauty of the sunset can compare to the sparkle in your eyes as I hand you your glass of beer.“Sweetie, you’re the most wonderful girlfriend in the world. This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Leaning forward, you kiss my lips again. I want the kiss to go on forever, but you pull away smiling, and take a sip of your beer.I, too, take a sip of beer and keep my glass on the table. Pushing the play button on the radio, soft romantic music starts to flow from the. I rolled my eyes. Here I was talking to myself while checking my make-up in the review mirror and trying to maneuver through traffic all at the same time. I would be lucky if I made it in one piece."He's already seen you naked, what are you so worried about?" I asked myself, my face blushing as I thought of the nude pictures I had sent him periodically, at his request, mind you. Just the thought made me want to turn around and go home and bury my head under my pillow. It was too much. No matter.